
So it's been heartwarming to receive so many offers of spare bikes to ride – and not people's winter hack Hondas, either. Flathead, Knucklehead, Triumph, Sportster, FXR... I have my pick, because of good, genuine people who share my passion for old cycles.
Thank you my friends. You know who you are. As I've said here before in a very un-English way, brotherhood forged by motorcycles isn't a myth or the invention of 'biker' magazines. It's real. And I'm lucky enough to be living it.
3 comments:
twat
Yeah, I just re-read it.
You're right.
Mate, your panhead, the black one, is sitting here waiting for you. You just got to come over and get it.
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